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    William Shakespeare - Sonnet 18 - David Tennant


    by poetictouch

    David Tennant reads Shakespeare's Sonnet 18

    Sonnet 18
    by William Shakespeare (1564-1616)

    Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
    Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
    Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
    And summer's lease hath all too short a date.
    Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
    And often is his gold complexion dimmed;
    And every fair from fair sometime declines,
    By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimmed:
    But thy eternal summer shall not fade
    Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st,
    Nor shall Death brag thou wand'rest in his shade
    When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st.
    So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
    So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.